The Princess and the Paupers

“I’m fine,” Yolanda smiled, “As long as everyone enjoys the breakfast I made, I’m good.”

With that, she pretended to notice Attlee for the first time, smiling and saying, “Morning, Dad. I’ve cooked up some grub for you and Mom. You haven’t tasted my culinary skills since we got back home.”

Attlee was originally ticked off, thinking his daughter was sleeping in. But seeing her being so dutiful and considerate now, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.

Such a good daughter, so what if she slept in?

He’s been too petty.

Raised by a cleaning lady, she’s been

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since I was five. When my foster mom used to go to work, I’d have the meal ready when

hadn’t realized she started learning to cook at such a

so I’d cook up different veggies for her. Sometimes I’d give her my

heart ached

and sharing her childhood stories, gave her a thumbs–up on the sly.

girl! Look at your father; he’s about to cry!”